Life Like An Empty Dream Flits By.

The Prayer Of Ajax Was For Light.

It Is A Beautiful Trait In The Lover's Character, That They Think No Evil Of The Object Loved.

Noble Souls, Through Dust And Heat, Rise From Disaster And Defeat The Stronger.

Authors Must Not, Like Chinese Soldiers, Expect To Win Victories By Turning Somersets In The Air.

The History Of The Past Is A Mere Puppet-show. A Little Man Comes Out And Blows A Little Trumpet, And Goes In Again. You Look For Something New, And Lo! Another Little Man Comes Out, And Blows Another Little Trumpet, And Goes In Again. And It Is All Over.